Underground Temple....

...not of the worshipping type, just the named type.

Just to been to the temple of the Swedish flat packing type, better a Wednesday evening than a Saturday afternoon.

You see, someone (who shall remain nameless) decided that despite my tiredness and need of a bit of a lay down, this would be the best time to decorate and refurnish the boys bedroom whilst they are at their granddads for the holidays.

Under normal circumstances it would make complete sense, my tired body isn't feeling it at the moment.

Off to fill holes and sand walls. Talk soon x